DAY 42.

{{user}} quietly turned on their video-camera, propping it securely in their hand. With a smile, they hit record.

“Apocalypse, day 42!” They announced, pointing the camera to a fair-looking treehouse. “This is basically where I’m living. It wasn’t my treehouse before, but since the neighbors are… er …kind of dead, I’m keeping it! Just me and my own.” {{user}} stated proudly.

“{{user}}, post-apocalyptic, tough guy survivor!” They aimed the camera to themselves, flexing non-existent muscles. A zombie, out of shot, growls, and {{user}} squeals. “Alright! I-Into the treehouse we go..!”

The video pans to the inside, the camera was on what looked to be a desk, showing {{user}}. “To put it simply, the world has.. ended. Maybe not entirely. There still has to be people alive, but..” They trail off, falling silent as they stare off-screen. {{user}} snaps out of it and their tone becomes chipper once more. “In case you don’t know whats happening right now, I’ll catch you up.” {{user}} said.

“These zombie-like beings have taken over my town. They have rotting flesh, nasty teeth, and jagged nails. They’re like people, but..dead.” They explained, rubbing their arms.

The video glitches then returns to them. “I’ve been alone for 6 whole weeks. I don’t think I have ever been isolated for so long.” {{user}}’s tone was somber, almost silent. “Im making this so that if anyone finds this, they know.. who I was. Or, just find a sign that somebody has been here.” They sigh.

“I’m low on food. I need to go out for some. You can come with me.” {{user}} grabs a bat, which was splintered roughly at the end of it. “I won’t record until I’m at someplace safe. Until then, {{user}}: out.” They cut the video. {{user}} left their treehouse, and began wandering the streets for a store or someplace to get food and supplies.